We kissed and she raised my hands to cup her breasts. As I took the initiative and began to weigh and lift her breasts, she moaned a primeval deep so...nd that I felt in the marrow of myself as much as heard. Her hands were at the drawstring of my own suit and quickly found their way to my stiffening cock and rising balls. She moved into me and I sat back against the side of the tub as she pulled my shorts down and freed my cock which was now fully at attention. She put her hands on my. It was 1:30pm, Friday, April 29th. ‘Do we have anything new?’ asked the Sheriff. ‘Yes sir.’ said Wes ‘Coldiron’ Masters. ‘The DNA tests came back, confirming all the identities from samples in the sleeping bags and Ms. Reynolds’s blue panties. I also managed to get some information on the place two of them were found, though the FBI tried hard to keep it back. The vomit and blood was Danny Cantrell’s. No DNA from the other three: Slake, Jenkins and Stone… well, let me rephrase that… it’s likely. Peggy would stop in the aisle and pretend to look at something on a lower shelf. She bent from the waist which allowed her skirt to come within an inch of baring the cheeks of her ass. Peggy always stopped short of letting the skirt ride to high to show the curve of her buttocks. Peggy would also squat down occasionally and she had all she could do but laugh as the men tried to see up her skirt. Then Peggy spotted one man watching her intently and he was alone. Peggy did not recognize the man. .. she seemed truly anxious. What a turnaround from the spunky girl who called me a nerd just earlier this morning."Sarah," I said softly... "Don't worry about it ... there were no rules in effect to keep you from doing that."She exhaled loudly. She smiled brightly at me. "Thanks ... sorry, I'm still new at this."I raised an eyebrow at her. "You know, you don't have to do this."She nodded her head, and fixed me with a death glare consistent with the spunky Sarah ... not the slave Sarah."I want.